As I have gotten older, my tastes in styles have changed. That is to be expected as time and change occur almost always together.
When I was very young I wanted the interior of my bedroom to be pink with Disney princesses posted all over the walls and I cried when my nephew moved in and told me he was painting it green. In fact, I cried so much that neither of us got what we wanted and our new shared bedroom was now the lovely neutral colour of cream.
When I got to be slightly older than five, the “any shade of pink” had changed to a definite shade of hot pink in my room as that seemed more age appropriate than the clearly younger versions of other shades of pink. My young mind also let me believe that a lilac chest of drawers with hand drawn silver stars would go excellently in my hot pink room and so me and mum spent a summers afternoon building painting my new Hemnes chest of drawers from Ikea (this will forever be one of my favorite memories with my mum).
In my teen years I went through – as all teens do- my “emo phase”; meaning I went through the whole listening to My Chemical Romance and being ‘misunderstood’. So naturally I wanted my room painted black. Luckily the woman in B&Q steered me away from that idea and now I have a lovely light grey room with a black feature wallpaper behind my bed. Which goes well with all my posters.
I didn’t take my posters with me to uni but I made my room individualistic with Polaroids of my family and friends and fairy lights (which I’m not allowed to have) so it feels like a home away from home. I think this has helped me feel less homesick. That, and the fact I don’t like to be in one place for long periods of time.
No one room is or was better than the other and I do not doubt that in time my style of what my bedroom should look like will change again.